Siah the Book

I accidentally picked up a fantasy book by the roadside It was fancy, attractive and well perforated It was not the appearance that moved me but as I flipped through the pages to see if I could find any note or name I heard a voice, "put me down before you get hurt I belong to the king's daughter" Startled, I asked then why he was there alone if he had an owner. He said: "I had been looking forward to see beyond the castle's walls and glad that today I fell from the princess's bag and she didn't realize it. I travel with her every where, I am her closest "friend" object she relays on. But, sometimes I wish she can relate to others, other than me. I want her to have a life where am not fully involved". I listened to Siah (his name) attentively and subsided in his life story. I thought listening to him more wouldn't cause any harm so, I took him home with me. As time went by, I grew fond of Siah we would chat, laugh day and night. We spent the days in my tree house with a view of the sea, and the nights under the sky light of stars. Winters passed from one cup of tea to another while I listened to him. He told me about his adventures in the South Pacific, how he was found by a Pirate on the shores of an Island. He had belonged to a sorceress and they lived their lives sailing. Unfortunately, a storm hit them hard, the ship sank and his companion never made it. He stayed with the Pirate for a couple of years till he healed and was later sold to the King. My life had made a turn; it felt magical to have something so unreal yet tangible, understand me and appreciate our weirdness. I lived each moment in bliss and sometimes would think about the princess but till then, I had these moments. Our bond had no confines and only us knew that we existed. One morning, just as I feared. I heard that the princess was devastated looking for her friend. I felt a touch of sympathy, immediately I remembered Siahs' words "you will get hurt". But it was right to give back the princess her belonging; I talked to Siah and made him understand that it was best he went back home. And that is what happened. I left him close to the castle and went without looking back. Now, I live in the webs of memories. I had held on for too long, to something which would never be mine. I knew a day of departure would come yet I chose to live blindly and selfishly. Rage gloves my soul for having spent time building friendship that never even existed.